“On the top of the tallest pine trees stood a murder of vigilant crows. Their caws, infrequent and hieratic, sounded to me like a calling, a familiar language that urged me to follow them in the forest. So I did. I walked into the thickness of the trees until there were no more paths to follow.The white veil that wrapped everything made it so that what was usually invisible would show itself. Any distinction between real and unreal suddenly lost its meaning.”